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"So? Do you like me?" He didn't look at me. His eyes fixed on his mobile screen which was blank and had nothing on it.
"What?" I was extremely shocked by his words. Me? I like him? I mean I do but as friends.
"What?" He looked at me. His...
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She wasn't here yet. I placed my tiffin on the bench and opened it once, just to see if it was still in a good condition. Yes, just as beautiful as it looked at home. I knew this would work. Normally when I put rice in the tiffin everything just shakes up and down. But this time I used silver foil and wrapped it around making a single huge tricolor rice cake instead and it looks beautiful. I should have taken a photo.
"Bro, close your tiffin otherwise I won't be able to resist myself from jumping over it." Someone spoke from behind. I turned. Black t-shirt, brown baggy pants, black hair, black hat, and black sunglasses. Rudy. The famous Rudy of the F division.
"It looks like it is made for someone special." Somehow my face felt hot. I hope I'm not blushing.
"Yeah. It is." I closed the lid.
"Can I have a bite?"
"That depends on the person for whom this is."
He pushed me in and sat very close to me. I looked at him and then shifted further inside. "I already have a bench partner."
"Who? That silent girl?"
"She talks a lot."
"Never seen her talking though."
I rested my back on the wall beside the bench and stared at the door. Waiting for her to enter. Rudy crushed me in. Very close. "Who are you waiting for?"
I looked at him. "Do you not know?" Making my most obvious face.
"Mira Mehta. I know. A good friend?"
"Yeah." I didn't take my eyes off the door.
Just then it softly opened and she entered. Her hair flew due to the air leaving the room and the whole place smelled of apples as always. White t-shirt, black pants, and her blue bag, all went too well. She dashed near the bench where I was sitting, along with Jenny, and slapped her hand on the bench.
"Excuse me." Her face remained calm.
"What?" Rudy replied.
"Out."
"I took the seat."
"Really?" She glared at me.
"No," I said. "Move. I came to this place first and I don't allow you to sit here."
"Woah, bro." He got up immediately. "I got it. Don't worry." He blinked and then left.
"Who is he? How arrogant!" She sat next to me.
"He is Rudy. The Rudy of class F."
He is very famous for his dressing style, looks, and flirting with the girls. But it's good to know that Mira has no interest in him and is rather annoyed with him. I don't know why I feel happy about it. I smiled at that moment without noticing that Mira was still carefully looking at me.
"Why are you smiling?" She asked. My eyes turned to her and then my head jerked behind. Too close.
"It seems like you are hiding something." She said. What? What am I hiding? I rode my hands over my face. Do I look like I'm hiding something? She blocked both my sides with her hands.
"Hiding something from me. Something good, tasty, that also smells good?" She raised both her eyebrows asking me for an answer.
My mind went blank. I could only see her beautiful face and the smell of the apples. "What?"
"Stop hiding." She pulled the tiffin out from under the desk and placed it on the desk with a bam!
"Tiffin. What did you get?"
"Oh!" I exhaled. "You were talking about the food. I thought-"
"You thought?"
"Forget it. I brought this for you. It's a tricolor pulav. "
"Oh my God, thank you." A bright smile struck her face. She opened the tiffin immediately.
"It's not recessed yet," I said.
"Who cares? I'm going to eat it now. Does this include your share too by the way?"
"No." I lied. I just wanted to see her eat what I had personally made.
She opened the tiffin and its fragrance filled the whole classroom. Spices tickling in the nose and smell making mouth-watering, this is the specialty of a dish. Tasty and sassy. Beauty is also a part of the dish.
Mira chewed one spoon full of rice, cleverly picking up all three layers at a time. She moaned at her first bite and then started eating fast.
"Wow, it's so good. Amazing." She said while her mouth was still full with another spoon.
She slowly but yet quickly started completing the tiffin. She ate every bite with pleasure and smiled every time. Just what I wanted to see. I love it when people eat my cooked food like that.
An elbow poked my hand. I unwillingly looked toward the person. "You are enjoying seeing her eat, huh?" Jenny said. "Is it just because she is eating your cooked dish or-?
"It is not like that. I just love it when someone enjoys my food."
"Really?"
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